Thursday, September 24, 2015

Sharon the mushroom girlwith a little parasol that's a big mushroomgot it up by the sky, waitingfor rain.I was of two minds likeSharon the mushroom girland her mushroom.the blue parasolnear the sky, waiting

Saturday, September 19, 2015

Coffee cups on the edge
and each prescient work,
finding itself dislodged
makes another waste of the land demonic
set round on the edge
ticking of the clocks
we make up our minds
and find our sister stations.

Sunday, September 13, 2015

This blog entry is to prove that everything is just dull and boring like usual. I'm trying to survive on iced tea and tortillas, but beyond that, things could be a lot worse. One problem is I tend to have an erratic mind that shoots one way and then another, unpredictably. That's just the way of it, I have to make sense, it seems.

As for today, it's time to head back to the house, maybe try to play a song or two.

I remember handing a big jar of lime and water with some ice in it from one place to another.